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The living room is dimly lit, the only sound the soft hum of the TV in the background. A black man stands, his back to the wall, his hand wrapped tightly around his cock. He's not alone, but he might as well be. His girlfriend is in the next room, oblivious to his secret pleasure. He strokes himself, his breath hitching as he imagines her finding him like this. Would she be angry? Turned on? The thought sends a jolt of pleasure through him, and he picks up the pace, his hand moving faster, his grip tighter. He's so close, his body tensing, when he hears her footsteps approaching. He freezes, his heart pounding, as she enters the room, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene. But instead of the reaction he feared, she smiles, a slow, seductive smile that promises nothing but trouble.